In the Pontoon

In the Pontoon

We were all floating on her.  It was as if we owned the comfort zone.  It was as if we felt that we weren’t alone.  It was as if we were buoyed up by moans and groans.  Her words were never heard yet she spoke to us in a rhythm that rocked us back and forth.  It was as if the splashes of the waves encouraged us to misbehave.

Dull nulls were broken up by seagulls that used a screech for speech.  We had drifted beyond the breach and they were yelling to be telling us this as we sailed into the abyss.  The ocean has a mist to be kissed and a breeze that is but a tease.  It was as if she knew that we were trembling at the knees.  It’s hard to steer clear of fear when it’s sitting right here, anchoring us to a reef of grief.  Our pontoon was our only relief.

It was with hope that she kept us afloat.  She was so soft and yet sturdy, giving us faith that we would defeat the wraith.  When it’s all said and done sometimes it’s fun staring at the sun because in a blur it's just like staring at her.  Such feelings you can’t hide when you feel so warm on the inside.  It was like she chased away our thoughts of suicide.  She could kill a chill and she gave us the will to keep going without knowing what little few of the crew would do when death announced its curfew.

It was as if we crooned because we were marooned in a pontoon.  Swells splashed upon us like a typhoon.  We scarcely held on tight with fright and yet somehow she held us upright.  Never did she fail in the gale.  Though surrounded by water it was a fiery hell.  Despite the wear she did not tear.  There was no hole to be found in her soul and this is what kept us whole.  She kept our hearts from breaking apart.  Tethered together we made it through stormy weather.

It was easy to decide to remain by her side.  It's easy to remain true to a lady so dedicated to you.  It was easy to be breezy when such clean air wisped away the clouds of despair.  It was to go with the flow of such a rainbow.  It was like she reeled us in from crying and dying and this is why we kept on trying to strive to survive.  We were all floating on her and some of us still do, clinging onto her like a wife for dear life.  So it is to be marooned in the pontoon.  Smashing are the waves that misbehave upon an ocean of emotion.

Orrin K. Loftin, Explorer

Copyright?  When there's only hope to keep the boat afloat.

February 4^th, 2014